Do [they] need us?
Do [they] cling to us in a sort of desperation?
Does our light keep [them] from falling into the depths forever?
But in the act of clinging like drowning rats, are [they] ruining us, in a fashion? [Their]weight is too much, pulling us toward the darkness we call "sin"?
Are we in the process of breaking free of [their] grip, so to speak……shaking [them] off, so that we can finally commence our journey to perfection with our Maker?
just spitballing, trying to mentally visualize what is really happening.